Our first meeting was in this same shower room, Eric came into the shower as I was finishing. He did tell me he didn't want to force me to have sex, a...d we did have sex. More times than once, in the shower, on the track field under the bleaches, at his home, even at my home. But for the past two months he has always been busy. I stood looking at him wishing that I could knock the living daylights out of him. When he took hold of my hand and dropped his towel and placed his man hood into my. His cock throbbed with need when she hissed and arched against him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. For some reason, it really turned him on the way she reacted to feeling his mouth on her breast. It reminded him of how his mother had reacted at times when his father had reached down and stroked her other breast while he’d been nursing as a baby. He hadn’t understood then the hot emotions that had sizzled between them, but he sure as hell understood them now! It was pure lust… adrenaline. We'll be back in time for work in the morning." That seemed a good idea and I would get to see the inside of a slave worker's home. I didn't realise it was outside the palace walls until we had walked along a labyrinth of pathways that I would never find my way back, and through a side gate. No one at the gate challenged me; I was just another green robe slave.About a mile further on was a little shantytown of mud huts with corrugated tin roofs. Outside most stood a woman cooking on an open gas. I was so horny! so after a wile, I asked him if he would fuck me? He said ok! I leaned over and stared sucking his cock again and it got hard again. I wanted to keep sucking but i wanted his cock in my ass so bad. I reached under my bed for hand cream I kept there for jerking off. I put some on his cock and I started to clime on top, but Steve pushed me off, HE had a different idea, he wanted to mount me. That was fine with me, I bent over the bed with my ass in the air, much to my surprise he.